"Hmph, you're just an unknown tiny mercenary group that has just registered. How dare you talk nonsense here!"
The team was cut in the middle and a path was cleared. A majestic team of hundreds of people surrounded the Iron Blood Mercenary Group aggressively. The leader was a middle-aged man with a full beard. He was dressed in a warrior's uniform. On his exposed right arm was a huge snowflake tattoo. It was no different from the insignia on the clothes of the dead members of the Blizzard Mercenary Group. It showed the identity of the person who came: the Blizzard Mercenary Group.
Behind the bearded man, two men were carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher, the person on the verge of death was shocked when he saw the Iron Blood members. Who else could it be but An Kyle, who had been kicked away by Beiting Huang?
They arrived so quickly!
